Bruce Springsteen - The Angel (текст)


“The angel rides with hunch-backed children, poison oozing from his engine
Wieldin’ love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heaven
Baseball cards poked in his spokes, his boots in oil he’s patiently soaked
The roadside attendant nervously jokes as the angel’s tires strokes his precious pavement

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